MARAUDER As a baby, you slept for hours Mornings you rarely cared about But, a marauder you were in the evenings Forcing us to have umpteen night outs Probably I am, I say To my mother who remembers those days Whilst I listen to the stories and chaos I made Once, even flinging off my aunt's gold chain After happily babbling, 'thow...thow...thowed it away' Probably I continue to be marauder of sorts When I cheekily scared the hell out of my colleague Standing behind him, I hissed 'don't worry I am with you' In pitch darkness, to a nyctophobiac who lost his moments of sanity Now, there are times when I am upto something Many weird, some hilarious, Of course I do not leave any hints It is swift action, you never know, Ah, did you realise, A marauder has managed to steal your time and attention spontaneously
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